travel slowly, see deeply

MUMBAI–Apologies to Suketu Mehta, but is there a city ever described with more contradictory superlatives than Mumbai, formerly Bombay? I am overwhelmed by its size, it’s energy, smells, poverty, wealth, generosity and numbing and cruel disdain all at once. It’s a marked contrast to my last few weeks, which saw me chilling out in Hyderabad,, Read More

I’ve now been in India for about six weeks, and I’ve come to realize that much of what has happened up to this point—fleeing Pakistan, leaving Reuters, landing in New Delhi—has been mostly prologue for The Big Journey that I’ve decided to undertake. It probably sounds strange to think of India—a teeming, continent-sized rising, Read More

I just discovered what seems to be a bit of a hidden gem in Delhi: the Kunzum Travel Café. It’s a groovy little place in Hauz Khas village that caters to young and scruffy travellers (I hit the latter group) with cheap coffee, free wi-fi and a sense of community for folks rolling through., Read More

I’ve spent about three weeks in Delhi now, and love it. It’s a great city, with tremendous energy, good food and a very optimistic feel about the future. But I’ve been hesitant to write too much because this is my first trip to India for any meaningful amount of time, and I’m loathe to, Read More